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warcats-cat · 2 years

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Midnight Sad (Part 2)

A/N: Well... this was *supposed* to be a one-shot... but then I wanted more... and we all know by now that I love Patton...

It’s almost one am...

@muppenthings uh... surprise? lol

Part One Ao3

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Too much water

Too much water…

Their den was supposed to be safe, the tunnels carefully reinforced over time with dried twigs and stone, the floors covered with soft dried grasses. It had always been safe.

They didn’t know why this was different. They couldn’t stop the water rising higher and higher, flooding through their sleeping rooms and storages, collapsing tunnels.

Patton was scared.

They had to leave; they had to leave now. There was too much water all around and they had to get back above ground. Logan and Virgil had scurried ahead, clearing the debris as best they could while Patton helped Janus drag themself through the mud. Their long fluff was soaked, they shivered, and Patton could do little more than help to carry the long train of their coat. Both of their paws dragged, sucking in with each squelching step.

Janus' ear twitched backwards, and Patton heard, too, as another ceiling or barrier somewhere broke free. With the greatest heave he could muster, Patton shoved Janus forward, both forepaws on their rear, out of the way of a falling rock. It hit Patton’s shoulder instead of Janus' head, but only barely. Janus cried in alarm, quickly matched by Logan and Virgil further ahead, and Patton trilled an ok. He would be ok. They had to keep going.

Patton squeezed his way past the rock, when all of a sudden the roof was torn free, exposing their little hive to the pounding rain and open sky. A stone hand, formed with long, slender fingers and sharp talons hung above them.

Stone-Virgil.

The gargoyle towered over them, and for a moment, Patton was all the more terrified. But the hand that was filled with sticky mud quickly discarded it, and he leaned down to put both hands out for the hive to climb on.

Safety.

They would deal with the damage later; for now, there was an abundance of trilling and purring in thanks as all four scurried into the stone fingers. The feeling of being lifted so high, and so quickly, was jarring; Patton pressed his own shivering body against Virgil for the security of feeling another body with him. They were carefully cradled against Stone-Virgil’s chest, one hand supporting them and the other making a cage so they wouldn’t fall.

They were all soaking wet, and covered in sticky mud, and so cold; Patton started crying, feeling his body shudder with the little hiccupping sobs. Whether it was from the fear or the relief, he didn't know.

Logan huddled a little closer and pressed his cheek into Patton’s, purring low and nuzzling into the fluff there. Logan wasn’t much for cuddles, but he was never shy about comforting Patton or Virgil when they were scared or upset. Patton tried to purr in turn, but Logan only shushed him, and allowed him to keep crying.

All too soon, they had passed into Roman’s den, the large structure blessedly warm and free of falling rain. The gardener had set out thick fabrics all over the den floor, and a few more on top of the high ledge he called a counter in his storage room, the kitchen. Stone-Virgil carefully released the hive onto the fabrics on the counter, and Patton was all the more relieved to feel that they were soft and dry under his paws.

“Are they okay?” Roman hovered over them, setting a dish of water and several funny-looking brushes next to them.

“They’re scared. I had to dig up one of the entrance tunnels just to find them.” Stone-Virgil was walking away, deeper into the den.

“Can you grab my bottle of shampoo? I think Goldie is gonna to need it.” Roman called over his shoulder, before turning to his hive-mates. “How are you guys? Anything hurt?” he asked softly, holding out a hand to them as if ready to inspect. Logan, thankfully, was able to focus at the moment, and shook his head no for the human.

“Good.” he said, letting out a breath. His shoulders relaxed, and he picked up one of the strange brushes and gestured to the bowl. “This one is just plain water, but I warmed it up a little. And these,” He held the brush closer for them to inspect, “are called toothbrushes. They’re like Goldie’s brushes outside, but smaller. I’m hoping they’ll get the mud off.”

“Thanks.” Janus chirped softly. They were quick to climb into the dish, beginning to brush their paws across their flank to dislodge the sticky mess.

“Thank you,” Logan whistled louder, for their Roman to hear him.

Finally, Stone-Virgil returned to the kitchen, carrying a bottle and another dish. Patton found himself relaxing at the sight of the gargoyle, not even having realized he was so upset that Stone-Virgil had left the room.

“Here, buddy,” Roman poured thick liquid like sap into the other dish, and swirled it around a few times to produce bubbles, and then carefully lifted Janus once more. “Don’t lick this, it’s not good. But it should help your fur.” He said softly, and for perhaps the first time in their life, Janus remained still and allowed Roman to do as he pleased. Perhaps they were simply too exhausted.

Patton joined Virgil and Logan in the warm water, curious about the strangely pleasant, but chemical, smell of whatever Roman had added to the other. He didn’t even bother to start grooming himself, just sat down in the warmth and watched everyone in the room. Safe. They were safe.

Stone-Virgil joined Roman with another toothbrush, dipping it in the funny liquid and picking up Virgil, who barely grunted in response. Looking at Janus, the feeling must have been pleasant; his hive-mate was lax in Roman’s hand as the brush passed over and over their back, occasionally returning to the dish to be rinsed of mud. Patton had no doubt that he and Logan would receive the same treatment soon; their giant hive-mates were so caring like that. No one was ever left out.

Patton started to cry again, and Logan paused his scratching at his flank to come to his side. The darker hive-mate sat parallel next to Patton, pressed tight into his side, and Logan turned his face to nuzzle into Patton’s cheek once more.

“It’s ok,” he chirped softly, “we’re all ok. Even Roman and Stone-Virgil are ok. We will all take care of each other.” His low voice rumbled through Patton’s body along with his purrs, and Patton felt himself begin to purr in response, soothing vibrations matching in harmony.

Roman and Stone-Virgil, meanwhile, were chattering about human things overhead as they tended to Virgil and Janus, and after a bit more self-soothing, Patton turned his ears to them to listen.

“-glad you saw the notice about the drainage pipes,” Roman was saying, talking softly as if not to disturb Janus’ peace. “I didn’t even know one ran under the house.”

“I’m glad I could hear them squeaking.” Stone-Virgil responded, after a long pause. Roman huffed, but the sound was mirthful, not melancholy.

“I promise to never make fun of your bat hearing, ever again.” Roman said, smiling, and setting a very limp Janus down on a clean fabric, carefully and loosely wrapping a corner over their hive-mate. Janus cracked open one eye, looking over at Logan and Patton, cuddled up and still muddy. Janus heard their purring, and sure enough, their own rumble picked up.

Safe. Everyone is safe.

Roman picked up Patton next, and Stone-Virgil wrapped Virgil in the same manner as Janus before taking Logan. Patton was just a bit nervous about the toothbrush; if it really was like Janus’ brushes outside, it would be very hard, and scratch through Patton’s much shorter fur very quickly. Patton had only ever tried to use Janus’ brushes once.

However, when the sensation came, it was very gentle. It felt like dozens of little claws parting through the fur on his head, scrubbing the funny-smelling liquid and little bubbles between Patton’s ears. Meanwhile, Roman’s thumb gently rubbed across Patton’s stomach, loosening the mud further and making him relax without realizing.

From the looks of it, Logan was receiving a similar treatment; the usually stiff hive-mate drooping out of Stone-Virgil’s hand with his eyes shut, looking almost like a drooping rose as it turned into a seed.

The giants continued to chatter, but it was significantly harder to focus now. Besides, just hearing their voices was enough. Patton was surrounded by his hive-mates, safe and warm and cared for.

Some time later (when had he fallen asleep?) all four of the smaller hive-mates were huddled together, smelling strangely sweet, with fur softer than it ever had been. Roman set them all in the mini-den he’d built for them, somewhere safe to sleep on colder winter nights or when the days became too hot. Patton peeped at Roman, nuzzling the human’s hand as he was set down, and the four headed off into their sleeping room for the night.

They were all cuddled tight, in the dark, and warm and dry and safe.

But now, Patton couldn’t sleep.

They were safe, unlikely to get sick thanks to Roman and Stone-Virgil, with the human’s sturdy den surrounding their little home away from home.

Patton sat for a long time, maybe hours, watching his hive-mates sleep. Comforting himself with the little chirps and coos of their dreams, the gentle rise and fall of their backs as they breathed. Logan snorted, which was adorable and Patton would be certain to tease him about it in the morning.

But still, Patton was restless. Their home was gone; the tunnels would take weeks, if not longer, to drain and dry out. All of their treasures and storage were probably lost or destroyed by the rushing water. He didn’t even want to think about what could have happened if Stone-Virgil hadn’t heard them.

The hive had slept in this little den a few times, and it wasn’t the first time one of them couldn’t sleep. Poor Virgil still had nightmares, though thankfully rare now, about the very large and upsetting dog that had jumped Roman’s fence last summer. Logan would sometimes get up in the night to wander, his mind buzzing at being surrounded by so many human things to explore.

Patton wondered if he’d be lucky; if Roman had set out a snack for them, as he occasionally did.

He brushed carefully against his sleeping hive-mates, before creeping out. He climbed the little ladder they’d been given in the mini den, and slowly made his way through the living room and towards the kitchen.

Looking around at Roman’s treasures, he was once again struck by what they had lost. What they had come so close to losing. Patton was so tired, and he couldn’t help it, he started to cry again. He was thankful to be in Roman’s den, where it was warm and safe, but there was so much gone. They were already such a little hive. He refused to think of what would happen if he lost one of the others.

Patton shook his head, crawling up the smooth wood of the shorter ledge, called coffee-table, towards the light from the kitchen. The rain continued on, now adding low rumbles of thunder and flashes of light that cut through the dark and quiet of the den. Patton hoped the extra light would illuminate something to get the past day off his mind.

He was surprised to find a giant shadow instead.

Whatever it was was huge, lit from behind with its eyes staring right through him. Stone-Virgil was asleep next to their mini-den; this was either Roman, or a very big monster. And Patton was alone.

“Roman?” He peeped softly. “Is that you?” He was fluffed up in full, though the softened fur was a little more fuzzy and wispy than usual. He pulled his ears back as well, hoping the shadow wouldn’t think of him as a snack. Another rumble of thunder rolled through the house, and Patton managed to see a little more of Roman’s face, as the human carefully set his hand in front of Patton.

“Hey, muppet. It’s just me. See?” Roman’s usually booming and vibrant voice was dampened, barely a rumble instead. Patton wondered if he was trying to enjoy the noise of the thunder.

Patton took his wiggling fingers as an invitation, and all but sprinted to the comfort of the human’s warm hand; brushing up against it, smelling Roman’s funny human smell and the flowers from the liquid he’d been drinking. He cried a little more; their big hive-mate had done so much for them, and continued to do so. He may have been much bigger, and may speak a different language, but he was still family.

As if reading his thoughts, Roman flipped his hand over, creating a little space that fit Patton perfectly; He could still look up and see his human, but he now felt a little more safe. It had been such a scary day. The human ran his thumb now over Patton’s head, gently stroking the space between his ears, and Patton stood up a little to add pressure to the feeling.

The human had funny ways of grooming them, but it sure felt good.

“What’s wrong, little buddy?” Roman asked, in that low, quiet voice. He paused for a moment as he pet Patton, before asking further, “Is it the storm?”

The question made Patton himself pause for a moment, tilting his head. Yes, the storm was bad, but that wasn’t the only reason Patton was upset. And it would be almost impossible to tell Roman everything anyway.

Patton shook his head, and Roman went back to petting him.

“Just sad, then? Can't sleep?” the human asked, after another period of silence.

“Yeah…” Patton squeaked; for some reason unable to say any more. That seemed to be enough of an answer for Roman anyway, as the human nodded and looked away in contemplation, still petting Patton. The human’s hand was secure, and safe, and Patton chose not to move in the meantime.

He quirked an ear when Roman continued suddenly, “Yeah. Me too.” His voice was still low and quiet, but now it had that melancholy tone. “Sometimes I guess, you’re just sad.” Patton pushed his head into Roman’s hand for a moment, churring, trying to comfort him as the human was comforting him. Patton had seen Roman sad before, but he still wondered every time; what could bring such a great, powerful and yet gentle creature to be so sad.

Patton’s own rumble must have helped, because suddenly Roman smiled, and moved his hand away. Patton pouted, but the human merely held the hand in the way he usually meant pause. “Sorry, one second. Let me get something.” he said, and turned towards the kitchen as Patton leaned against the warm cup that held Roman’s flowery tea.

Patton would have to go back to the sleeping den soon; he didn’t want to worry the others. Not after the day they’d had. But for some reason, he wasn’t ready yet. He wanted to spend a little more time with his bigger hive-mate.

Just in time for the thought, Roman returned, with another shallow dish, this one only the size of his cup, and painted with strange, spotted fish. He took his cup, and poured some of the tea into the shallow one, and set it down in front of Patton.

He knew Roman wasn’t one to mix them up, even in the dark, so he was confused as to why the human was offering him the treat that was usually for Virgil.

Again, sensing his question, the human answered for him, “It’s chamomile and lavender. It’s supposed to help you sleep. But it’s also just nice.” Well, it would be rude not to give it a try; Virgil wasn’t really one to share his sweetwater on Saturdays, so Patton had only ever tasted it second hand while grooming Virgil’s face.

Patton sniffed the liquid, feeling a little bit of warmth coming up to greet him. It did smell nice, familiar and strange at the same time. Patton took a hesitant sip, and, finding it quite tasty indeed, sipped up a little more.

Roman began to chatter about human things; his former hive-mate taking care of him and Remus as hatchlings, sharing warm tea in the middle of the night. Midnight Sad was an excellent human term; that’s exactly how Patton had been feeling. He was sad and scared because of everything that had happened, but he was also sad because it was dark, and Patton was alone being awake, and somehow the world didn’t feel right.

Roman finally set his tea aside, and settled his chin on his arms, watching as Patton enjoyed a little more of his own. “We’re ok,” the human said, “We’ll be ok.”

“Yeah, we will.” Patton trilled in response; they would rebuild. Or maybe they would just sleep in Roman’s den from now on. He was family, after all.

The human was too big to cuddle effectively, but his face was right here, for once. So close.

Patton stood up a little on his hind legs to reach, before rubbing cheeks with Roman. They would be ok. He purred, and felt Roman tilt his head just slightly, as his cheeks rose into a smile. The human settled just a little lower, and Patton continued to purr, cuddling as close as he could to his hive-mate.

Patton didn’t really notice himself drifting off; only hearing Roman whisper to him, a soft, “Thanks,” which was really unnecessary. They were family. Comfort was in abundance.

They would be ok.

#warcats writes #muppen floof au #floof au #sanders sides au #ts Roman #ts Patton #ts Virgil #ts Janus #hurt/comfort #fluff #tw thunderstorms #tw drowning #not really #but just in case #tw flooding

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eternalyoo · 2 years

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ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ᴇᴍɪʟʏ @dahyun ! 🤍🖤

Happy birthday to one of my favorite cc and mutuals 🥰 I did a lot of pink mb for you in the past so here’s a silver one cause I liked the Jeongyeon pics jfnjdndjdn I hope you don’t mind hahaha anyway I hope you’ll have / had an amazing day as amazing as you and thank you for all the pretty content you make they are always so perfect and the end this post ily 💗💕💞💝💘💓💖

-Alex (@/Korimi4) 💜 (me always signing my name cause I’m not sure who knows /remember this sb exist kfbdkndn)

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ilovemesomevincentprice · 6 months

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Vincent Price as Nicholas Van Ryn

Dragonwyck (1946) dir. Joseph L. Mankiewicz

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goodskies · 1 year

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#tw: flashing #lightning #storms #gifs #thunderstorms

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scopostims · 1 year

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[ID: 9 GIFs of various footage of supercell thunderstorms over grassy plains at daytime and night time, the clouds rolling and lightning flashing through the clouds. End ID]

supercell storms gifset for anon (source) :•]

#scopostims original boards #tw flashing #stim #stimblr #stimboard #stimmy #storm #thunderstorm #supercell #rotating thunderstorm #nature #rain #lightning #cloud #i decided to do the id this way since its all relatively the same footage; i didnt think it benefitted from being super repetitive #i am happy to rewrite a specific id for each gif tho if thats a better idea :•]#scopo gifs

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octastims · 6 months

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A thunder manifestation alterhuman stimboard with black shucks/ creepy canines, supercells and general midwest gothic-styled aesthetics for me!

Middle image is my attempt at a sprite edit to create what my alterkintype looks like.

🌪 🌪 🌪

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axo-the-adhder · 1 month

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angsty hunter (the bad batch) x GN reader because I just love making myself cry over fictional characters ✨✨

Word count: 777

warnings: angst, implied PTSD, malnutrition/eating disorder, abuse, manipulation, being used, being tested on, bullying, battle, nightmares, kinda sad ending, self deprecation and self destructive behavior

you’d just woken up.

you glance around and take a second to get your bearings; when you look down you’re met with the sleeping figure of hunter, loosely wrapped in your arms. it was rare that you woke up before him, given that his enhanced senses usually woke him as soon as he sensed that you or someone else on the marauder has woken up; which is why you took extra care to keep still and quiet.

as you look down at his cute, sleepy figure, your mind quickly wanders, thinking about how you met. that one day everything changed.

he met you on your home planet, talking to some kids. he just finished up a long mission, and wanted to go someplace omega could have fun with some other kids her age. you were a teacher, well, more like a teacher’s assistant. something about you just drew him to you from the second he laid eyes on you. To this day he doesn’t know exactly what it was, your scent, your laugh, your smile… probably a mix of everything, he had (after some internal debate and encouragement from wrecker) approached you and started some casual conversation as you watched the kids play. you got to know him better, and he got to know you better. your home planet became the place he would always drag his brothers to after missions, partly to let Omega play, partly to see you again.

the empire, to your dismay, did what they do best- took control. you had to flee, not wanting to be placed under their control, and hunter insisted you stay with him and his brothers in the marauder.

two years later and here you are, his lover of a year and a half, sharing a bed with him. Over the two years you’ve spent with him, you’ve gotten him to open up to you a bit, gaining his trust.

he’s told you about everything regarding his past, and it breaks your damn heart. hearing about how he was treated, pushed around, and tested on, makes you feel sick to your stomach. how could the empire- no, how could *anyone* treat another living being like that?

you remember everything he tells you about, word for word. being forced to cut down on rations, which caused him to develop an eating disorder, constantly being told he’s not good enough or not worthy of being called an enhanced clone, it made him develop some problems and you wish you could fix it so bad. get him feeling better about himself, getting him to treat himself like an actual person. not to mention his enhanced senses, being able to hear, smell, *feel* anything and everything… just thinking about having that makes you cringe in discomfort, but your lover has to deal with it constantly. he gets overwhelmed easily, and you can’t even imagine how much of a nightmare his daily life is. oh yeah. nightmares.

not only does he have to deal with nightmarish things when he’s awake, but he gets nightmares when he’s asleep too. remembering the torture on Kamino, remembering everyone and everything he’s lost, the battles, the wars…. even on breaks the wars and battles followed him, like a stubborn ghost, and yet he still somehow gets up and manages his squad every day. thunderstorms are hard for him. really hard for him. The loud cracking he can never stop hearing reminds him of battle, as well as the storms that plagued Kamino. those nights he wouldn’t be able to get any sleep, staying awake and huddling up with you for comfort. sometimes he would even start to sob in your arms. it broke your heart when that happened, being able to feel him tense for the nonexistent battle his brain has convinced himself he’s about to go into. the thoughts alone are enough to bring tears to your eyes, quickly waking Hunter with the smell and snapping you back to the present.

“hm…? Are you crying..?” his voice is deep, as it tends to be right when he wakes up, and although he looks tired, he also looks incredibly concerned for you as he looks up into your teary eyes. “I just- i-… it hurts me that- that you had to suffer so much and still do… i-i care about you… a lot…” you manage to croak out, tears filling your eyes “Oh mesh’la… you’re such a sweetheart.” he pulls you close, letting you bury your head in his shoulder as you sob softly. “I’m working on it, it just takes some time… trust me I wish I didn’t have to deal with these issues too.”

#bad batch hunter x reader #angst #PTSD #bad batch #the bad batch #lovers #fanfic #tw eating issues #thunderstorm

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ayyy-imma-ninja · 11 months

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SK! au

*thunderstorm raging outside the library* kid: *has a fear of thunder/loud noises and is trying to read his book* *THUNDER CRASH* kid: *goes running to Sun crying and holds onto his leg tightly, breathing rapidly*

*Sun strategically avoids looking out the windows as the storm rages on, flinching at the thunder. He struggles to keep himself composed as his nerves are spiked, but he is snapped out of it when a child runs to him in fear.* *He instantly recognizes the child's behavior. Putting his own fears aside, he focuses solely on the child. Sun kneels to their height, smiling patiently.* "Are storms scary for you, too? It's okay. Storms scare me, too. How about you and I visit one of the quiet rooms for now? You can help me feel brave."

#answered ask #dca!serial killer au #sk sun #sun the librarian #thunderstorms #tw panic attack #protective sun

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warcats-cat · 2 years

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Midnight Sad

A/N: Hi friends! Short time, no see ;) I’m back with another Floof Fic for the incomparable @muppenthings ! This is actually something I used to do with my mom if I had a nightmare or couldn’t sleep; she would bring some tea upstairs and sit with me for a little bit. (I still had to go to school in the morning, which kind of sucked, but oh well.)

Also, I have a confession to make. I love tea, but I secretly hate chamomile... I just have a lot of lavender teas now that I drink if I’m sad or sleepy. But chamomile is the one most people are familiar with, so that’s what I’ll use here, lol.

Ok, you guys know the drill! Let me know if I missed any tags, and I hope you enjoy your time!

Read on Ao3 Here!

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Soft rumbling of thunder surrounded the house, the patter of determined rain filling the rooms with light background noise. Roman had the lights dimmed in respect of the late hour and his rather odd roommates.

Virgil was standing in the corner, his wings pulled up over him like a cocoon, and he’d solidified into stone. As clear a sign as any that he was sleeping, and it would take a lot more than thunder to wake him. The muppets were all snuggled up in the run he’d built, cuddling in a dark hide away, presumably also asleep.

Roman just couldn’t fall asleep himself.

The thunder and rain should have put him right under. It was the perfect level of background noise for a deep and sound snooze. His little garden friends were all safe inside, taking refuge from their tunnels that were beginning to flood from three days of nonstop rain. Roman had a whole two days off of work with nothing to do except relax.

He just couldn't sleep.

Roman sat on the couch, setting a warm cup of tea on the table and staring into nothing. Lavender and chamomile for resting. And yet here he was, wide awake as the day.

Roman spent the time wondering about his miniature roommates; the tiny creatures came and went as they pleased, and seemed largely unbothered by his presence. They even, in their own way, helped him tend the garden itself.

The four were a daily presence now; the one he called Goldie especially. They spent a good ten minutes every morning on his windowsill, brushing their long tufts of fur clean. When Roman first met them, he could tell the little muppet had been struggling. He’d watched from a distance as the other three would pause what they were doing throughout the day to free their long-furred friend from burrs and leaves; and if Roman woke up early enough, he would find the three carefully picking at Goldie’s fur, attempting to groom out knots that had formed in the night.

Initially, Roman had only bought one little brush on a whim, something recommended for particularly fluffy cats, and propped it up against the wall while setting out a few Saturday treats for the muppets. Goldie had gone crazy, brushing up against the firm bristles and purring like a toy motorboat. When Roman had tried to walk away, thus letting the brush fall from its position, the little thing had growled. He’d stood at the window for an hour, repositioning the brush occasionally for the miniature diva.

He’d bought more brushes the next day, and built a self-brushing structure under the muppet’s careful guidance.

The little purple one, Stormy, was also one to visit as often as possible; usually seeking out treats or ways to fight with Virgil. How he’d managed to find Roman’s wallet and then open it and take out money with his miniscule little paws, Roman would never know. But he’d certainly learned not to leave important things sitting around.

Stormy had quite a sweet tooth, and a penchant for making a mess. Roman found himself constantly trying to protect his tea from the little menace, and was waiting for the day he’d have to take down the butterfly feeders because the fluff-ball had figured out what was inside.

There were two blue muppets, one a darker blue and one lighter. The darker blue he’d nicknamed Sherlock, because the little guy had a tendency to stick his nose in anything that piqued his curiosity. After the phone incident, Roman had taken to getting whatever puzzle toys he could find, trying to keep the little guy occupied. Sherlock clearly very much wanted the cellphone back, but Roman wasn’t about to allow that after the muppet had called his boss, and he definitely couldn’t afford to give the bug one of his own.

The puzzle toys seemed to be working for now; a variety of both pet and baby toys were hidden away in the artist’s closet, and he would supply a new one when Sherlock got bored with the one he’d had.

Thankfully, the curious ball of fluff didn’t seem to mind cycling through toys, as long as the puzzle was refreshed. And Virgil occasionally helped; setting out things for the muppet to find throughout the yard, leaving clues pointing towards new toys and treasures. Although Roman still needed to talk to the gargoyle about maybe not hiding things on the roof.

The falling treat ball had really hurt when it smacked into his skull.

It was clear, whatever they were, that all four of the muppets were excellent climbers; constantly crawling up the brickwork of the house, wandering along tree branches and occasionally the edge of the fence. If they put their mind to it, they could probably scale the smooth walls inside the house.

Roman was pulled from his thoughts by soft chirping, and he turned to find the littlest of the muppets, the light blue one he’d been calling Heart based on one of his markings. Heart had climbed the coffee table and was now huddled up in a ball and watching him. This muppet was usually cheery and friendly; the one most likely to wander close to Roman when he worked in the garden, playing with his tiny toy watering can or chasing a feather wand; but tonight, in the dimly lit living room, he almost looked scared.

The little thing had his hackles raised like a cat’s, the pale blue fluff down his back puffed up. In the dark, he looked more like Stormy than himself. His eyes were glossier than usual, as well, and his ears pulled down in submission, instead of backwards in aggression.

Well, technically Roman was guessing at a lot of it. He’d learned a lot of their expressions and their body language, but there was still a bit of a learning curve involved.

Roman wondered then, what must he look like in the low light, combined by the flashing and noise of the storm. He carefully set down his teacup, and laid his hand palm up, halfway between them, trying to keep slow for the little guy.

“Hey, muppet.” he greeted softly, “It’s just me. See?” He wiggled his fingers a little as Heart came closer; the little creature immediately nuzzled against his hand and purred once close enough. Roman noticed, though, that the sound was off; there were interruptions like hiccups, and his ears were still pulled down.

Roman carefully flipped his hand over, and Heart crawled right into the little tunnel shape he created. Roman could feel tiny heartbeats and a slight shivering. He ran his thumb over the creature’s head, which caused Heart to lean into the touch.

“What’s wrong, little buddy?” Roman asked softly, continuing to pet his tiny friend. “Is it the storm?”

Heart stopped for a minute to look up and tilt his head in question, before shaking it.

No. Not the thunder then.

Roman sighed, giving the muppet a slightly rueful smile as he went back to stroking Heart’s ears.

“Just sad, then? Can’t sleep?” he asked.

Heart squeaked sadly, and the hiccup noise returned; probably their form of crying. They sat like that for a while, with muppet resolutely staying in the curl of his hand, and Roman carefully stroking the unmoving little fluffball.

After a while, he looked down at his tea and sighed again.

“Yeah. Me too.” he said softly. “Sometimes I guess, you’re just sad.” He looked back to Heart, who churred in response and bumped his little head against the underside of Roman’s fingers. It was sweet; thinking that this little creature from the garden was sad and still wanted to comfort him too. He smiled softly, and carefully removed his hand, much to Heart’s disappointment.

“Sorry, one second. Let me get something.” he said softly, and the creature seemed to understand. Heart curled up next to the loop of the warm teacup to watch as Roman moved to the kitchen.

He’d found these neat little teacups at the store a few weeks ago; shallow Asian-style dishes that had painted koi fish in them. It was low and shallow enough that Roman had thought it would work for Stormy’s treat on Saturdays, and had worked like a charm for the grumpy (and messy) little nugget.

His tea was cooled enough, so he set the dish next to Heart and very carefully poured some from his own cup. He dribbled a little on the table, oh well, and watched as the muppet tilted his head questioningly.

“It’s chamomile and lavender. It’s supposed to help you sleep. But it’s also just nice.” he answered softly. Heart sniffed the liquid before licking up a few drops, watching again as Roman took a sip of his own tea. “My mom used to do this when me and Remus were kids.” he said, spoken more into the distance than actually directed to Heart, but the muppet knew what he meant. Probably…

“She called it the Midnight Sad. You needed something warm and to have some good company with you to drive them away. So she made something warm; usually tea, although every once in a while we got hot chocolate. And we just kind of sat together.” he looked down at Heart, who was now watching him much more intently. He smiled and ran his fingertips over the creature again; this time, when he nudged his face into Roman’s hand, there were no hiccups.

“It’s a lot easier to be sad when you're alone, isn’t it?” he asked, and Heart made a low, almost grumbly chirr, seeming to sniffle a little. The little creature took another taste of his own tea, but his eyes watched Roman over the dish as much as possible.

“It’s ok,” Roman whispered, “we’ll be ok.” Heart offered him a trill at that, and Roman decided to just watch him for a while. He set his tea aside once again, and set his chin on his arms.

He hadn’t realized he’d begun to drift off until something soft nosed at his jaw, and he tilted a little to the side to see Heart nuzzling his tiny face into Roman’s cheek, purring lowly. Roman couldn’t help it, he broke into a greater smile than before. When the little guy moved back, at the gardener’s own movement, he just smiled, offering a soft, “Thanks” to the creature.

In the morning, his back would hurt like actual hell from sleeping seated on the floor and leaning on the coffee table. Remus, coming to try and convince his twin to go to some weird art exhibition his friend was putting on, would take at least three up close pictures of Roman drooling on said table, which would act as blackmail for weeks. The other muppets, especially Stormy, would kick up a very noisy fuss that their fourth wasn’t tucked safely in their den. (And then, Stormy would kick up even more of a fuss that Heart had gotten tea and he hadn’t, and Roman would find him swimming in the human-sized cup of now very cold tea with his little butt up in the air like a fluffy purple heathen!)

But that could all be handled later. They would both be fine.

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This has a Part Two now!

#warcats writes #muppen floof au #floof au #sanders sides au #ts Roman #ts Patton #sanders sides fanfic #i love these little fluffballs #Theyre very relaxing to write #fluff #fluff without plot #tw thunderstorms

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wretchie · 9 months

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#mine #thunderstorm #thunder #lightning #tw flashing #midwestern gothic

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neco117 · 25 days

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#ghostbusters frozen empire #ghostbusters #thunderstorm #more like #icestorm #tw flashing gif #my gifs

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mermaidchan05 · 9 months

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Thunderstorm

Inspired by this amazing headcanon by @iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia ! The idea of Nadia loving storms just meshed so well with my Apprentice Chimalus who... decidedly does not love storms.

Featured characters: Nadia, my oc Chimalus (they/them pronouns), their familiar Skye the Bluebird.

Slghtly less than 3000 words. TW for thunderstorms and thunderstorm-induced panic attacks. (Also spoilers for/reference to one of Nadia’s paid scenes? Idk if it matters but just in case)

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Nadia set the last bit of paperwork aside. “I believe that’s all for today. I assume we all remember our duties?”

The assembled palace staff all gave a general murmur of assent. There were some excited whispers as well. They were all looking forward to either a relaxing evening or the entertaining activities that some were sure to whip up.

A storm raged outside. Rain pounded against the palace windows. Thunder rumbled through the air. Lightning split the sky. Which meant that it was the perfect time to continue a Prakran tradition. A rainy day meant a day for things to cool off for a bit, both figuratively and literally.

It was more of a Prakran Royal Family tradition. Whenever a storm hit Prakra, Nadia and her family would pause in their endless duties and enjoy one another’s company… as much as one could, at any rate. Nadia had never admitted it aloud—to do so would be far too embarrassing—but out of everything she had left behind in Prakra, she missed these moments the most. It was a blessing to be able to bring a semblance of the tradition back to Vesuvia.

It was almost a shame that rain came much more frequently in Vesuvia than Prakra. None could afford to take a rest day for every single drizzle, of course, but it was a bit frustrating to save these particular rest days for the right type of storm. Luckily, this was quite a storm. The absolute perfect day to settle down, if only for an evening. The perfect chance to enjoy the somewhat cooler temperatures and to appreciate a bit of peace and quiet with friends, family, and loved ones.

Over the past few years, many of her storm nights had been spent with Portia. They would read together, or perhaps introduce one another to some of their favorite childhood games, or Portia would hustle Nadia down to the kitchens for a baking lesson. But this time, Portia had plans with her family, and Nadia had someone else she was eager to share this wonderful tradition with.

Chimalus. The wonderful magician who had not only saved all of Vesuvia from the wrath of the Devil himself, but had utterly captivated Nadia’s heart. Chimalus, who was incredibly brave, endlessly loyal, quick-witted and kindhearted. Not to mention incredibly attractive, with an air about them that was far more noble than any one of those infuriating Courtiers.

It would truly be a blessing to spend some genuine quality time with Chimalus. They could find a cozy spot in the library to sit together and read, or Nadia could show Chimalus some of her favorite spots around the palace, or she could enlist their help in one of the many tinkering projects that she hadn’t quite had time to finish, or the two of them could visit the Contemplation Tower… there were so many possibilities.

There was only one problem with her plans. Nadia couldn’t find Chimalus anywhere.

Losing sight of one another was hardly an uncommon occurrence, sadly. Chimalus had their own duties to attend to, both as Royal Magician and as Nadia’s betrothed. They were often called upon to assist others around the palace, and they paid frequent visits to their old shop in the city. But Chimalus would always let Nadia know when they went to the shop. And when Nadia asked around, no one had seen them.

A spike of alarm shot through Nadia’s chest. Logically, she knew that Chimalus must have been perfectly fine. Her intuition would have told her if something had gone wrong. Or there would have been some other sign. Chandra had been keeping a surprisingly close eye on them lately, she would have found some way to alert Nadia of any crisis…

But no amount of logic could slow Nadia’s frantic pace as she searched the palace for her love.

She didn’t even bother to check the garden, which was one of Chimalus’ usual haunts. No one would be out there in this weather. To her dismay, the library was empty. Chimalus’ favorite sitting room was suspiciously devoid of magicians. Chimalus’ chambers, the very same room that they had used as a mere guest what felt like a lifetime ago, were utterly deserted.

But the room wasn’t quite empty. Chimalus had left all of their things. IF they had planned to go out, they never would have gone without their bag, as it held far too many precious objects: magical supplies, their prized notebook, their tarot deck…

Unless they hadn’t planned on going anywhere.

Nadia was about to rally the guards for a full-scale search of Vesuvia when she heard a little chirp. A chirp that had grown nearly as familiar as Chandra’s hoots.

“Skye?” Nadia breathed.

Even if Chimalus had gotten into some kind of trouble, there was absolutely no chance that they would have been out there without their familiar. Skye, the sweetest and most charming bluebird in the world, would never abandon her human.

Which meant that Chimalus was somewhere close by. Very close.

Skye chirped again. Nadia turned toward the sound.

“Skye?” she called. “Chimalus? Are you…?”

She was cut short by another clap of thunder. It nearly shook the walls. Skye’s chirp was more like a shriek. And there was another sound, so sudden and quiet that Nadia nearly missed it.

A gasp of pure fear.

“Chimalus?”

Nadia carefully stepped around the bed. There, huddled in the corner between the bed and the wall, curled so closely in on themselves that Nadia had mistaken them for a pile of blankets, was Chimalus. Nadia couldn’t even see their lovely, deep blue hair; they had pulled the hood of their cloak so tightly over their head that they were completely obscured. They had even draped the fabric of their cloak over their knees, which were bundled up against their chest. A well-worn book was lying haphazardly on the floor in front of them. Clearly they had been trying to read before… whatever had happened that had caused them to fall into this state.

A thousand thoughts sped through Nadia’s mind, from illness to a horrible magical vision of a terrible future to some sort of attack. What could possibly drive Chimalus, the one who had stared down the Devil with hardly a wince, to be left like this?

Skye chirped again, drawing Nadia further forward. Nadia carefully reached out a hand.

“Chimalus...”

No response. Skye bumped her tiny head against Chimalus’ hood, right where their cheek must have been. Chimalus curled in on themselves further, if that was possible.

Nadia let out a faint sigh. “My love, what’s…?”

Once again a crack of thunder cut her off. Skye chirped wildly again. And Chimalus visibly flinched, nearly throwing the little bluebird off of their shoulder by sheer accident.

And just like that, Nadia understood. Chimalus, clever, loyal, wonderful Chimalus, was terrified of thunder.

Nadia stepped forward, her hand still outstretched. She moved slowly, making sure not to add to her beloved’s fright. She called their name again, softly, gently, showing nothing but love and understanding. At last, Chimalus shifted, uncurling themself just the slightest bit.

“Nadi…” they choked out.

Nadia gave a reassuring smile. “Yes, my darling. I’m here.”

Chimalus let out a shaky sigh. “I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean for you to—”

Another thunderclap. Another visceral flinch from Chimalus. Skye managed not to shriek this time, instead going back to gently headbutting her human.

Nadia carefully crouched down in front of Chimalus. “You never meant for… me to see you in this state?”

That got Chimalus to look up, to finally meet Nadia’s eye. Admittedly, they were more startled than anything else, but it was a good start. Nadia smiled softly.

“My goodness, Chimalus, something such as this will hardly make me think any less of you,” said Nadia.

Chimalus’ expression slowly shifted to something close to concern. “I… I wasn’t… I didn’t mean it like…” they sighed again, giving up. “I’m sorry. It’s… silly, isn’t it? I know it shouldn’t bother me. It’s just a storm, and we’re all inside, and we’re perfectly safe, and I’m sure there are a thousand emergency plans put in place just in case something—”

They cut themselves off with a sharp gasp and yet another wince as thunder clapped once more. They tugged their hood further over their head, burying their face in their clenched fists.

Nadia held back for just a moment. Before the thunder had frightened Chimalus all over again, the small rant they had begun had sounded almost like a mantra. It was as though they had repeated those exact words to themself countless times. As though they had tried to talk their way out of a fear that they couldn’t explain. As though their inability to rationalize their own fear made it all the more difficult to bear.

It was a sentiment that Nadia understood too well.

“Chimalus…” Nadia’s voice was as soft and gentle as a sigh. “May I hold you?”

Chimalus looked up, taken utterly by surprise. “I… of course. You know you don’t need to ask if you ever want to—”

Once again they were cut off. But this time it was by Nadia wrapping her arms around them and pulling them close. Chimalus let out a little gasp. For the span of three of their own rapid heartbeats, they were completely rigid. Then they let out a shaky breath. And they sank into Nadia’s embrace. They buried their face in her shoulder. Nadia thought that Chimalus may have been trembling slightly, though if that was from fear or hardly suppressed sobs, Nadia would never know. Not that it truly mattered. Nadia was simply glad to give them some kind of comfort.

“Chimalus,” Nadia said gently, “I assure you that you are perfectly safe. And I will never look down on you because of your fears. You are my sunlight, my heart, my past, my present, and my future. My love for you is not so fragile that it will shatter upon learning you are frightened of thunder.”

“Even though it’s a completely irrational fear?” Chimalus mumbled.

“We cannot control our own fears,” Nadia said gently. “Nor do we always have an explanation for them. And it is not only fears… may I share a secret with you? Since we seem to be learning new things about one another this evening.”

“Of course,” said Chimalus. “You can tell me anything.”

Nadia had to resist the urge to laugh. It would have been a fond laugh, naturally. Chimalus suddenly looked so serious that it was rather adorable. A fact that Nadia gladly would have explained, but her instincts assured her that this was not the time to laugh at her beloved, no matter what the reason behind it.

Instead, she began her story.

“When I was younger, I absolutely despised the color green,” she said conspiratorially.

Chimalus blinked up at her. “Green? But what about the emerald you gave me?”

“I did eventually overcome that particular bit of immaturity,” said Nadia, her smile playful. “Back then, however… to this day, I have no idea why I was so vehemently against the color. Prakra is known for its emeralds. One would think I would have a bit of pride for my homeland’s great treasure…”

“You never were one to follow trends,” said Chimalus.

Their voice still shook a bit. But a bit of their usual, teasing tone had returned.

Nadia’s smile grew. “No… I suppose I am not.”

Chimalus managed a smile in return. Then, playfully, they added: “Or maybe… it was because of Nasmira. Green’s kind of her color, isn’t it?”

For a split second, Nadia could only stare at Chimalus. Then she let out a laugh.

It was wonderful how, even in a moment like this, Chimalus always found a way to make her laugh.

“Why yes, of course,” Nadia teased. “Clearly I was unbearably jealous of Nasmira’s hair. Not to mention her fashion choices. That must be the answer. It seems the Mighty Chimalus has solved another mystery.”

Chimalus flushed, laughing awkwardly. “I don’t know about mighty, but—”

Their argument was drowned out by another clap of thunder. Chimalus winced. Nadia gave them a soft squeeze, drawing them back to the present.

“I believe you are mighty,” she said gently. “Chimalus… we have not yet found the key to unlocking your past. It is possible that there is some unknown history behind your fear. Or perhaps there is truly no deeper reason behind it at all. It makes little difference in the end. You are still courageous, caring, and wonderful in every way. And I still love you and wish to bring you whatever comfort I can.”

Chimalus sank back into her embrace. “This is… good. More than good. Thank you, Nadia.”

“You’re very welcome,” said Nadia. She placed a gentle kiss on their forehead. “Remember that you can turn to me whenever you may need me, no matter how small or silly the problem may seem. Just as I know I can always depend on you.” Her eyes twinkled with humor. “We are knights in matching armor, after all. Are we not?”

That earned her a small laugh. It was soft, but it was completely genuine.

“Yeah…” said Chimalus. “We are.”

From her new perch on the bed frame, Skye chirped approvingly.

Nadia and Chimalus stayed like that for a long moment. Neither of them were sure how long it was. All they knew was that, whenever another strike of thunder tried to interrupt, Chimalus didn’t flinch quite as badly.

Eventually, Nadia pulled back just enough to shift her grip so that she held Chimalus’ hand. Then she stood, half-dragging Chimalus along with her.

Chimalus stared. “Nadi, what…?”

“Come along, my love,” said Nadia. “It is much more difficult to hear the sounds of the storm from the kitchens. And if you’d like, I’m sure we could whip something up for ourselves.”

Chimalus frowned a bit, confused. “We can whip something up?”

“Why, yes,” said Nadia. “I allowed the majority of the staff the remainder of the evening off. I thought I had mentioned… ah, perhaps you are not comfortable with cooking? I apologize, I should have asked—”

“No, I can cook,” said Chimalus. “I just thought that—”

“Then let us begin,” said Nadia.

She playfully dragged Chimalus out of the room, leaving Skye swooping behind.

Sure enough, it was relatively more quiet down in the kitchens. And though it was empty, there were more than enough supplies to start a good cooking fire, and a few ingredients had been left out in the open.

Nadia clucked her tongue. “I had thought they would show a bit more care after our last storm…”

“Nadi?” Chimalus asked. “What’s wrong?”

Nadia shook her head. “No matter. I’m sure we can make something out of this.”

She swept further into the kitchens. Chimalus trailed behind her, taking a look at what the cooks had left behind. Nadia gathered everything up: a bowl of greens, a small roast that had apparently not been roasted yet… and there, shoved in the back of a nearly empty cupboard, was a small but decent loaf of bread.

“It’s hardly the makings of a feast, but I suppose this will do,” Nadia declared.

Chimalus cleared their throat. “Nadi, do the cooks… always leave things like this behind?”

“Not always, to my knowledge,” said Nadia. “Though they tend to leave this sort of mess behind more often than I would like…”

“Try not to worry about it too much,” said Chimalus with a little laugh. “And you’re right. We can certainly make something out of these. And… I think they may have… forgotten to set out some desserts after lunch.”

Chimalus reached into another cabinet and pulled out two small plates. One held an immaculate tea cake, the exact type that Nadia requested whenever she and Chimalus had the rare opportunity to relax on the veranda. The other held a lovely little fruit tart: one of Chimalus’ favorites.

Nadia smirked. “Well, now. It would be a shame to let those go to waste, wouldn’t it?”

“It certainly would,” said Chimalus.

Skye chirped loudly. Chimalus laughed.

“Don’t worry, Skye, I’m sure we can dig up some sunflower seeds for you.” Chimalus rolled up their sleeves. “So… shall we get cooking?”

Nadia couldn’t help it. Chimalus was so wonderful, and their smile was so adorable, that she laughed.

“Of course.” Nadia rolled up her sleeves as well. “Let us get cooking.’”

With Chimalus assisting, it turned out that they could make a lovely little meal out of the assorted ingredients. All the while, Chimalus was so focused on their task that they hardly flinched at any rumble of thunder. Each sound seemed more and more distant than the last. Though if Chimalus wanted to use the noise as a reason to hold Nadia’s hand a bit more often than usual… well, Nadia didn’t mind in the least.

All in all, she was very glad she was able to invite Chimalus to share in this lovely tradition.

#the arcana #the arcana game #fanfic #my writing #my stuff #nadia x mc #nadia x oc #the arcana nadia #nadia satrinava #apprentice chimalus #arcana fan apprentice #i am sooooo sorry for how long it took to write this #i wanted to write it the moment i talked about it but then Life Happened alkdnbnaldkfs #thunderstorm #tw storms

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[ID: 3 GIFs of a thunderstorm at night over calm ocean waters, lightning rapidly flashing through the clouds and down towards the water. End ID]

ocean thunderstorm (src) :•]

#scopo gifs #flashing tw #stim #stimblr #stimmy #storm #thunderstorm #lightning #ocean #water #night #omg cache posting gifs that arent square cropped? unheard of. i considered it but then i decided not to heehoo!

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kimetsu-chan · 23 days

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can i make an emergency request for Zeno x Reader thunderstorm comfort? like, Zeno and Reader are in an established relationship cause yes:3

~Thunder~

A/N: ofc you can hun 😎 sjdksbdys Zeno is prob my now most written for character- (but omg do I love writing for Zeno-)

reader and Zeno are in an established relationship

TWs ⚠️: Thunder, reader is scared, it’s nighttime bc I began writing this last night when I was supposed to be asleep and it was thundering.

It was a random Thursday night, around 11:30 pm, and you were cuddling up close with your boyfriend Zeno who had been staying the night. Now, you should be asleep, and you typically would be.

If it weren’t for the raging thunderstorm outside. You didn’t like thunderstorms during the day, and you liked them even less when you were trying to sleep.

You couldn’t help it though, every time you were drifting off in Zeno’s arms, so blissfully close to sleep, you would be startled awake by a crack of bright light and the rumbling thunder that soon followed. You couldn’t help the way you shook and tried to cover your entire body with your face.

You really wanted Zeno to be awake and cuddle you, but you really didn’t want to wake him up, you’d feel so bad for doing so. So you just sat there, wide eyed as the thunder continued.

Unbeknownst to you, Zeno had also woken up, albeit calmer. He lifted his head off his pillow with sleep still covering his face. He gave you a confused glance before laying his head back down and wrapping the arm that had fallen off back around you. His voice was almost too small for you to hear, but you heard it.

“What’s wrong [Name]…”

You couldn’t deny that you did, in fact, feel bad that he was awake. You were aware he was probably awoken by the same thing you were, but you still couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. So that is why you tried to get him to re-fall asleep so you didn’t “bother” him further.

“‘Ts nothing… go back to sleep ZeeZee..”

But like always, he caught on. He pulled you even closer and rested his head in the crook of your neck. He rubbed your arm gently in an attempt to soothe your obviously shaken up state.

“No, what’s wrong love.”

You paused wondering if you should really tell him when another loud crack of thunder startled you. You jumped a little and scooted towards him with a fearful expression. Zeno immediately welcome you closer into his embrace and placed a long, tender kiss to your forehead before whispering in your ear.

“Hey, shhh, it’s okay… the storm should be over soon…”

After a second, he got an idea of how to help you calm. He shifted his position to on his back and pulled you close. Zeno rested your head on his chest and the sound of his heartbeat almost immediately filled your ears.

“Here, just close your eyes and I’ll play with your hair.”

True to his words, Zeno’s hands found their way to your head. They played with the ends and occasionally got his fingers stuck in it, but gently worked his fingers out as to not cause pain.

The last thing you remember before falling asleep was his hand brushing your hair out of your face and another soft kiss to your skin.

A/N: I’M SO PROUD OF THIS??? I HOPE YOU LIKED IT LARZ!

(@ta-ni-ya) I’m trying to remember to tag you in my oc stuff- I apologize if I ever forget-

#🍁#tw thunder #Tw thunderstorm #zeno x reader #zeno arakawa #oc #demon slayer #hehehe #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #writers on tumblr

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